like frostfall,spent necks shouted downpast icicle sheetsaround the surfaces of buildings.those towers rise up in wrath,grey whales from under earththat spit waves from the windowswhere we sit and watch the world.

flocks droplike diabetic starlights, space rocksshaven down to dullness and inedibility,strung lines of flight held back, bentand brokenagainst invisible seas. we willbe pushed by microbesfrom mud-bottom gravesthat send us all like zombiesinto sleep.

the asylum is shut. the citydroops its eyes in daylight. Godtakes all things backthrough the windows of our behemoths.ducks and doves and broadbillshit like raindropsupon the unforgiven ground.

Posted with Sta.sh for the first time. I actually rather like it. It's nice that they included a writer for lit stuff, though I still wish it was just a wee bit more robust. Some simple formatting options would be so wonderful for prose.

Thank you. The first two lines (well, title and first line) came to me as I was driving toward downtown Fort Worth and my girlfriend's place, and I got this image of birds dying and falling down between the building. Wrote it at her place and polished it up when I got back home.